The East Lansing Lore says that if you wear your pajamas inside out, flush an ice cube down the toilet and/or (I'm not sure if all are necessary), sleep with a spoon under your pillow, the next day will be a snow day. I'd like to add that if you make lunch plans with a friend, that will do it too. Anyway, Daniel sent this picture of the "night before" to his South Coogee classmates. You can just barely make out the Aussie School hat through the snow flakes.
The Western Pensylvanian in me has resisted going to manufactured hills for sledding, but that's what we've got around here. This is the Frandor sledding hill, close to our house. The exciting part of the day was the mid-hill collision among Conlin kids that left Molly bleeding profusely from her nose and parents at the top of the hill gasping and filling my hands with Kleenexes intended for other nose fluids! After leaving her mark on the fresh white snow, she resumed sledding for the rest of the afternoon!
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